Rori and Jackson: The Sons of Dusty Walker (4 page)

“No, and no one wanted me at theirs. So I came to hate
birthdays, especially my own.”

“I would have come to your party.” He said it so sincerely,
she choked on the catch in her throat.

“Thanks. Maybe someday I’ll learn to enjoy it.” She wouldn’t
make any promises, though. Especially if this ended up being the last one she
spent with Jackson. Something was going on with him, and she wanted to know
what it was. Now, not later after she’d given him more of her heart. “The
mobile home out on the lake property?”

“Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that.” His hand slid
over her hip, onto her belly then lower.

She waited, but he didn’t say more.

With his hand between her legs, she could tell he was
distracted, or was he trying to distract her?

“Jackson?”

He pulled his hand away. “I guess I should have called you
about that. My mom is coming for a visit as soon as I get the mobile home set
up.”

She turned onto her back, looking up into his face. “That’s
great. But why is she waiting for that when she could stay here?” Then the
answer hit her. “Oh, wait. Never mind.”

“Yeah. Dusty’s house, the one he shared with his wife.
Sapphire doesn’t want anything to do with it, and I didn’t want to put her up
in the motel. You were so busy last week when Abby told me about the mobile
home deal, I didn’t want to bother you with it.”

Rori breathed a sigh of relief. That answered some of her
concerns. “That’s okay. I’m just curious about all the things happening in your
life right now. You seem a little preoccupied.”

His fingers rubbed circles on her belly, moving lower and
lower until her core contracted with desire.

“All that’s going on in my life now, is trying to keep you
from shouting and waking up your parents when I make you come.” He kissed her,
hard and fast. “All seven times.”

“Seven?” She let his magic fingers turn off her brain cells.
“Only seven?”

“To start with. We’ll work our way up to twenty-six, one for
each year of your life.”

She let out a slow, sensual laugh. “Oh Jackson, you’ve given
me hope that someday I may love my birthday again.”

After Rori’s parents left for Kansas City, Jackson moved his
things and Rori’s back into their apartment above Cyber Wise. The woman had
been acting strange since her parents’ visit, and he figured he knew why. She
wanted to move to KC, but didn’t know how to tell him. Between his work
schedule, hers, and her time with her parents, they’d barely seen each other.

He picked up a pizza that night and walked through the front
door of her business at nearly seven p.m. “Quittin’ time.”

She looked up from her typing. “Just a few more minutes.”

He nodded, locked the front door, and turned the sign to
Closed
.
He’d heard her
just a few minutes
before, and those minutes usually
stretched into a couple of hours. “I’ll be upstairs.”

She surprised him by appearing in their apartment in less
than thirty minutes. He sat on the couch watching sports on TV, the open pizza
box next to him, half empty.

“You didn’t wait for me?” She leaned over the back of the
couch and grabbed the box, hauling it into the kitchen with her.

“Sorry. I didn’t know if it would be minutes or hours.” He
muted the volume.

“Fair enough.” She microwaved a couple slices and came back
to sit next to him. “Your mom is here tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow morning. I sent the plane for her, and she’s
balking at the decadence, but I think she’s secretly thrilled that I can afford
to lease my own jet.”

“I’m secretly thrilled about that, too.” She grinned and let
him bite the tip off her slice. “Anything I should know about your mother?”

“Nothing that you don’t already know.” Since her parents had
left, he’d been trying to find a way to bring up her birthday gift. He wanted
to do it before Sapphire came to town. So, that was now. “About the store your
parents rented in KC.”

She switched the television to a video game she’d been
trying—with little success—to teach him to play. “Uh huh?”

“What are your plans for that?”

Picking up the controller, she one-handed the game to the
right spot. “I don’t know. I’m so busy right now, it’ll be hard to find a time
to get it set up properly.”

His gut dropped. She was moving back to Kansas City. She
just kept working her game controller, as if her decision to leave Red Creek
wasn’t even an issue. “So, you’ve decided.”

Rori looked at him. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a
while, now. It’s not like a snap decision that I’m making without having
thought things through completely.”

His brows rose. She was just going to walk away. “Then,
that’s settled?”

She snuggled into his arms and gave him another bite of her
pizza. “It’s settled. It’ll be fun.” With a laugh, she handed him a controller.
“A big change, but exciting.”

Rori was leaving Red Creek, and looking forward to it. Had
he misunderstood her when she’d said she was falling for him? Maybe that wasn’t
the same as falling in love, but damn, to just walk away without considering
his feelings. Was she protecting her heart again? The way she’d done with her
childhood birthdays?

Had he made a mistake entrusting his heart to her?

Rori jumped up and walked into the kitchen. Jackson realized
they barely even touched each other. “Darlin’.” He followed her. “I’ve missed
you these last few days.”

“Cowboy.” She turned to him, her eyes darkening. “I’ve
missed you, too.”

He snuck his hands under the bottom of her T-shirt, running
them up her ribs and along the bottom of her bra. “Wanna have a little
suppertime lovin’?”

“Mmm.” She lifted her arms, letting him pull the shirt off
her. “Sounds better than warmed-over pizza.”

He pulled off his own shirt, then unfastened her bra and
slid it from her.

She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Dragging his
jeans and underwear down, she licked her lips as he popped free.

Nothing had ever felt as good as her hands stroking his
bare, hard length. “Rori. You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamt of this.”

She sank to her knees in front of him. “Tell me, Jackson.”
She licked at his head, long, full strokes that turned his brain to mush and
his groin to an inferno. “Tell me about your dreams.”

“Rori, I…” His eyes rolled back as she took the whole head
into her mouth and ran her tongue around the head, flicking in that one spot
that made him crazy. “I dreamt you did just that exact thing there.” He sounded
like an idiot, but there wasn’t much blood left for his brain to work with. His
hips jerked forward, his ass cheeks tightening as zaps of electricity raced up
his spine.

“Then what?” She wrapped her hand around his cock, cupped
his balls with her other hand.

“Then you take it all, deep, and suck like you wanna drain
every drop from me.” It was his fantasy come true.

She hummed and took him into her mouth, sliding his cock to
the back of her throat where she swallowed, the motion against his head
unbearably magnificent.

“Yes, darlin’.” That’s my dream. His body had been without
her for three days, and he knew he’d go too quickly, but he didn’t care. He
wanted her to know the power she held over him.

She opened her throat and took him deep, her lips sliding
all the way to his base, her nose pressing into the hair low on his belly.

“Aw, yes. Yes, Rori. Make. Me. Come.” Buzzing started in his
brain as she took him right to the edge. Shocks of electricity rode from his
groin up his spine and back down.

She sucked and hummed and swallowed and used her tongue and
teeth on him and he couldn’t hold off another second. The burst of hot cum from
his balls through his cock sent a race of energy to his brain. Sparks flew,
bursting and cascading inside his head, his body shook with the release as he
jerked into her again and again, and she met every thrust with a deep sucking,
as if she needed this more than anything.

Golden lights that popped like exploding lightbulbs in his
mind rained showers of electricity through his entire body, and he sucked in
breaths as if he’d run a mile.

She released her mouth’s grip on his shaft, and he nearly
fell straight back. He leaned over her, bracing one hand on the countertop,
helping her to her feet with the other.

Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed his jaw, his
cheeks, his neck. “Jackson, you are my favorite lunch.”

He chuckled, still working at restoring his balance and his
stamina. “Rori, you make me weak.”

“Good.” She unfastened the button on her jeans. “I want you
weak and suggestible, because I have something for you to enjoy, too.”

“You’re a bad, bad girl.” Jackson loved every minute of her
demands. He stepped back. “Take those jeans off.”

“Yes, Jackson.” She untied the laces on her hightop tennis
shoes and tugged them off, leaving her striped socks on. Her jeans slid down
her legs and she kicked them aside. “What now?”

“Darlin’, get your sweet ass up on this counter.” He watched
as she jumped up on the counter, leaned back against the upper cabinet, and
spread her legs for him. Her smile was sensually wicked. Bare and perfectly
beautiful, her red inner-lips matched the cherry color of her nipples.

Which he had to taste.

He wrapped his arm around her waist to arch her back and
took one nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. She tasted
perfect, like lightly salted dark chocolate. Her patchouli body scrub scented
her skin softly, driving him crazy. Taking her other nipple in his fingers, he teased
her unmercifully, until she begged.

“Please. Now, Jackson. Oh, please. I can’t wait another
minute.”

He loved the deep timbre of her voice when she was this far
along. When she couldn’t stand it another second and her head rolled back and
forth against the door of the cabinet.

Taking her hand, he spread her fingers apart and laid them
on her breast, her nipple peeking from between her fingers. “When I lick your
sweet pussy, with each lick, I want you to squeeze your nipple.” He did the
same with her other breast. “This one, too. You’re gonna please yourself while
I eat you out, Rori. Hear me?”

Her blue eyes had turned nearly black, her breath panted
between her lips, and her moans sounded like they came all the way from her
core.

He wouldn’t make her wait any longer. Kneeling, he put her
legs over his shoulders, scooted her to the edge of the counter, and held her
there, open and waiting, her musky sweet scent filling his nostrils, swirling
through his head as his cock struggled to find the blood to become erect again.

Moving in, he trailed his tongue along her thigh until he
reached her mound. Kissing and sucking her bare, smooth skin, he wrapped his
hands over the tops of her thighs and spread her further for his pleasure, and
her delight.

His tongue flicked into the lovely slit, sliding in a circle
around her clit that made her jump and suck in uneven breaths. He traced her
lips down until he found the opening to her perfect core, and slid his tongue
inside. With a wide lap, he sucked up all her juices, feeling her body jerk and
heat.

He trailed his kisses lower, to the soft skin between her
pussy and her back door, teasing and licking at the perfect spot.

She squeezed her nipples between her fingers and tugged at
them, her breasts full and quivering.

Diving back in, he suckled his way along her lips until he
reached the top. Using his hands, he gently spread her and blew on the hard
little bud that pulsed with her fast heartbeat.

“Now, Jackson. Oh, don’t make me beg. Please.”

He didn’t want to spoil the moment by mentioning that she
was already begging. With a smile, he attached his lips to her clit and sucked
softly, fast pulses of his mouth, emulating what she’d done to him just moments
before.

With a shout, she grabbed fistfuls of his hair, her entire
body stiffening and shuddering as she broke apart, a gush of moisture warming
his chin as he pressed it into her, keeping his lips on her stiff little bud.
On and on she cried out, her body taking every moment of pleasure and letting
it race through her.

With a tiny cry, she melted, released his hair, and dropped
her hands to the countertop.

Jackson stood, pulled up his underwear and jeans, then
gathered her in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. They lay, side by
side, holding tight and just breathing.

“I don’t want to be without you.” She whispered the words
against his chest.

“Yeah, me too.” He loved the connection between them. Loved
everything about her. He loved her. He wanted her here with him. “I don’t want
you to open that store in KC.” He didn’t mean to blurt it out, but there it
was.

She sucked in a breath. “Why?”

“Your place is here. I need you here with me.” He wanted her
to know she was needed. That he needed her.

Rori pulled back a few inches. “But, my parents gave it to
me. It’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time.”

The idea that she’d just leave him to be closer to her
parents made him crazy. “Why? Why does it have to be there? Why is KC so much
better than Red Creek?”

She laughed, then sobered. “Are you serious?” She sat up and
looked into his eyes. “The population is about a thousand times larger than
here, the need for business computers is about that much more, too.”

“Is it all about the money? What about your contract with D.
Walker Mineral?” He got up and stood next to the bed, his fear of being
abandoned overwhelming him. How could he keep her here? She was so excited to
move back to her hometown. He needed to think of something. Fast. “If you break
that contract and shut down your Red Creek store, you’ll open yourself to a
lawsuit.” Ah, shit. Had he just said that out loud?